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Waco

I was still pretty week, and felt lousy, so that, once my day's duties were done, I needed no persuasion to go to bed, romantic as it might have been to sit up, and wait.
I heard Sam's key in the door hours after I had fallen asleep, ran quickly down stairs, to meet him. He caught me up in his arms at the foot of the stairs, just in time to invert me over the kitchen sink, for I had "morning nausea," definitely! Everyone seemed to know I could expect it but me! We laughed about the romantic home coming,.... or was it just the result of romance? I was happy about it, and remembered my remark to Edna Goembel about her being lucky to be taking a baby home, rather then a tummy that felt in need of a "splicing," so I could stand up straight. I remembered seeing that baby image, before we went to Minneapolis.
A few days later, Sam had a heart attack. the doctor had to revive Sam with adrenlin [[adrenaline]], and told him to stay in bed , for a few days. Sam had been nauseated while he was in Detroit, had dismissed it as nervousness over the magnitude of getting those motors.... and feeling quite sure of what i just suspected, he decided it was "paternity."
Before many days the doctor put me to bed, for I had been doing all the work and running up and down stairs, but not in my usual fashion, of two steps at a time. We had a girl come in from the country. Thelma, eighteen years old, and looking much less robust then either sam or me. I would get my fresh air, then lie down on the bed beside Sam. We sang all the songs we knew. Sam always serenaded me, in a "special rendition" (rending it apart he would laugh) of Rose Marie, (that we had failed to see, but would see yet,). He would tease me, and Thelma and I would giggle when he got the "divinely designed;" pretend to weep when he sang, "sometimes I wish that I had never met you"; and I would not fail to notice the quiver of his lower lip, nor the concern he tried to hide" and yet if I should lose you, 'twould mean my very life to me"; and somehow all